He bore no wounds in the face, and he lay almost as if he had died in his bed.

It seemed to Ned even in his grief that no more fitting death could have come to the old hero.
Then, following another crowd, he saw Bowie, also lying peacefully in death upon his cot.

He felt the same grief for him that he had felt for Crockett, but it soon passed in both cases.

A strange mood of exaltation took its place.

They had died as one might wish to die, since death must come to all.